The last one of this sequence is called "The Rose".
The rose, a labyrinth, as if at its center
God would be there, but at the center only rose.
Where rose came from, where rose goes, and us inside of the lips
and lips: the likenesses, the eyes, and the hair
we are born of, fed by, and married with.
Only flesh itself, only its passage out of where to where.
"Thank God" the mother said to Jim in the dream.
Never mind you, Jim.
Come and rest again on the country porch of my knees.